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Life's Great Happiness (A Les Miserables FanFiction)

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"To love or have loved, that is enough. I'd wish for nothing else in this world."
Marguerite stared at Marius in complete shock, her eyes scanned his face for a sign of flashing humor, she wished for a hint of flippancy. The young girl laughed breathlessly as realisation hit her, the infatuated fool wasn't joking in the least.

Marguerite Boisvert did not have hope for love, she had hardly enough hope for living but yet she lived still, a punishment from a God who wouldn't let her die. 
Marguerite Boisvert however did have hope for a family, wished for one to hold her as she cried. 
What Marguerite Boisvert received instead was more than she had ever imagined. 
A revolution was coming, a new dawn would rise, a group which almost became historic will live on forever in the minds of those left behind.All Rights Reserved

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Dark Chocolate | Nico di Angelo [Completed] by prettymuchasleep

"She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen because she laughed and smiled with such genuine care he almost forgot that she might be hurting inside because of him. She was an angel and he had ruined her way to fly because all he wanted her to do was stay besides him. "He wanted her to be happy, because she made him smile, and he made her hurt." {{ THIS IS MY FIRST WORK! IT IS NOT PERFECT SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK }}

Colour of Desire {Enjonine} by GeekGurl101

Eponine thought she was in love. She thought that there was no one more amazing in the world than Marius Pontmercy. He was the most perfect person ever and she was in love with him. But that all changed one night when her father decided to beat her while he was drunk. She is found by one of les Amis. One who no one ever thought would fall in love. He didn't think it himself. Until he met Eponine Thenardier. Will they fall in love just like everyone wants them to? And if so, what will happen as a revolution looms above their heads? Two broken soul's, on a journey to find love. But that could all change when the revolution comes under way, a revolution that is impossible to win, a revolution where those loyal to the king will kill every last Les Amis no matter what.

I'll Cover You by NoVictorHugo

Everyone who is familiar with the story of Les Miserables is familiar with the tale of Marius Pontmercy and his love Cosette. Their love story is able to cast a tiny glimmer of hope upon the tragic tale. However, what if the origins of their love had not been as bright as written down? Valjean has passed away before the young lovers had yet to lock eyes, leaving the young Cosette alone with feelings of abandonment and depression. Unable to cope with her father's passing on her own, Cosette decides to drown her sorrows in the bittersweet sensation of alcohol. One fateful night, as the pairs of eyes belonging to Marius and Cosette fell upon one another, would their hearts continue to be "full of love"? I did not create the characters, nor the settings used within this plot line. That was Victor Hugo. I did not write the lyrics integrated into this story. That was Alain Boublil and Herbert Kretzmer. I do not claim to own anything within this story besides the plot line.

A Lover's Noose by reginadebluerose

Camdyn Marley, a thief - one who'd long made a deal with Death when he'd hung on to life, feeling a noose tighten at his throat, had always vowed to return back to the realm of the unliving when he'd finished his destiny, one he'd given himself, of building a building where all the poor could live as happily as the rich. He stole from the rich, the silvers piling up - counted up to become the amount that would pay for the town he was to construct. For, in his opinion; "It is I who is noble, for it is I who has actions as such, and they who do not." Death had long sent along one of his slaves, Lynid, a man who was not man by any means, to have accompanied Camdyn. Lynid became Camdyn's accomplice - and together they stole along with a band of robbers who kept partials of the gold for themselves whilst Camdyn saved all of his for the building. Camdyn could've stayed longer, could've never built the building and could've forever lived - but he was a man of his word, and he had vowed to Death that he'd return to his clutches once his masterpiece would be finished. And therefore - he was known as a living dead, for no noose could kill him, but he'd die as soon as his building was built. He'd never expected to fall in love. Never, not with a poor girl he'd met whilst walking. He'd never expected that he'd been the shoulder she'd cry on when her beautiful face shed tears. And it made dying all the harder. And he only noticed the flaw in his plans moments before the last brick was set. And he was dead. In mere seconds. But his love wasn't, and she wouldn't let him go. Never.

Better Run for Cover by Wolfshade

A Les Misérables Fan Fiction - The story of André, the younger sister of Enjolras and a street urchin who finds herself captured by Javert for stealing to survive. With the revolution looming on the horizon, André must fight for what, and who, she believes in if she wants to survive. "Little people know, when little people fight, we may look easy pickings but we got some bite! So never kick a dog, because its just a pup! You better run for cover when the pup grows up and we'll fight like twenty armies and we won't give up!" ~Gavroche {Les Miserables} ((The beginning chapters are relatively short - don't worry, they get longer later on!))

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In Dauntless halls, where shadows danced, There lived a boy, with mischief glanced. Peter, they called him, a wicked name, For chaos and trouble, his only aim. With smirk so sly, and words so biting, He mocked and taunted, pure delighting In others' woes, a twisted game, Except for Y/n, who saw no shame In calling him out, her voice like steel, "Must you be cruel? Can't you feel?" His laughter would falter, a flicker of surprise, In those defiant eyes. She saw the good, buried deep inside, The pain he hid, with arrogant pride. He pushed her buttons, tested her might, But her spirit burned ever so bright. He'd trip her in hallways, with a whispered jest, Yet catch her fall, before she hit his chest. He'd steal her books, with a devilish grin, But leave a note, "You dropped this, win?" Their banter was legendary, a clash of wills, A whirlwind of insults, and playful spills. He'd call her "goody-two-shoes," with a roll of his eyes, She'd retort, "At least I'm not fueled by lies." But beneath the surface, a change began, A softening gaze, a different plan. He found himself drawn to her fiery grace, Her strength and spirit, in this chaotic place. He'd seek her out, just to hear her speak, Her words like fire, bold and unique. He'd watch her train, with admiration concealed, A warrior's heart, forever revealed. One day, amidst the training ground's fray, He saw her stumble, fear in her way. Without a thought, he rushed to her side, His own safety forgotten, his heart open wide. He fought for her, with a ferocity unknown, Protecting her, as if she were his own. And in that moment, their eyes truly met, The mask he wore, forever upset. The boy who chose evil, now saw the light, In the eyes of the girl, who dared to fight. And Y/n, who saw good where others saw none, Found love blooming, beneath the Dauntless sun. - Eventual!Peter Hayes x Reader Partial!Enemies to lovers

The unreachable mountain by Growened

"You're unbearable!" He kicks her with utter contempt. "Please tell me where I'm wrong, causing you discomfort was not my intention," she said crying, causing him to hit her against the ground again. "Do you think you can live with good intentions? Didn't you have all the time you wanted to change and learn? You still dare to ask for more!" He yells at her with hatred, he blamed her for being the one will cause a woman to be beaten; He didn't want to be that kind of man. However, what he lived with her caused him to bring out what he hated the most about himself from within. -Forget it love- said a woman who was next to her- it's not worth it- this dog was supposed to be her friend, she was supposed to support her just like she did; however he managed so that he and she hated each other and thus be able to steal it. The woman on the floor does not know how much she was framed and harmed by her naivety, nor did she know that this was the beginning of her misfortunes. Because of that woman she did not stop suffering, wherever she went she suffered verbal or physical abuse and everything was orchestrated by this woman; she didn't know until she was about to faint. "Why?" She asked this unarmed woman without knowing why she hated him so much. She never did anything to hurt him. She just laughed viciously without answering him, she didn't have to waste her time with an insect; leaving La to die imprisoned in the house where she was kidnapped. "Answer me!" She got up from her bed screaming "Eh? This looks like my room; Did I reincarnate myself in the past?" She ran to the bathroom just to see that her assumption was correct. She thanked the heavens for this second chance by promising that she wouldn't be fooled a second time.

Smoke Screens by RottenAvacado

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He Was Antinous by gutpunchbreathless

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"She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen because she laughed and smiled with such genuine care he almost forgot that she might be hurting inside because of him. She was an angel and he had ruined her way to fly because all he wanted her to do was stay besides him. "He wanted her to be happy, because she made him smile, and he made her hurt." {{ THIS IS MY FIRST WORK! IT IS NOT PERFECT SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK }}